Thursday, August 26, 2010

One of my favorites, brought to mind by the summer and thoughts of redwood forests cool allure.......oh the notion...naked in the forest, air on the skin, psychic excitement permeating the ether...instincts overriding social restraint......

barefoot in the summer forrestscent of patchouli and girl funkdancing on the pathof butterflies and weedfollowing boy/men piperswho think they leadearth, mother, dirty, girla moment stilled.hemp skirt swirls belowthe knoted tied Tand the natural hairdown fur'd bodynothing else to wearsoon though to loosefor a stream side bathin the redwoods shadowsthe men, their shaftsinto a chakra's vortexthey'll be pulledpsychic energy emissionin mother earths holdsoft sweet girl whirlpoolas young as is old.And then as onewith nature bespent of worry, sorrowand energyTo see her goon down the pathdancing, glowingwith a laugh.

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god sometimes I am so desparate for connection...I lay spead open waiting and no one comes...is it that I am so self centric? so self involved that I put people off? That is my conclusion. oh well, its my blog and I can do whatever the fuck I want. including posting my own self indulgent comments as if I could talk to myself. or maybe that is all the universe is, a creation to interact with and I'm the big god in it. yet there are so many like me, gods, creating....because they are lonely.

Mom, You're such a freak. That poem is about doing a bunch of guys! I know you had your hippy time, but you always told me to be good. Then you post a video of dancing naked in the rain and its just so hard to think of you like that, a sexual person. I am too, not that I could ever tell you that. I want to be good, make you proud, Dad happy, but I want to make babies too sometimes, or practice for it. We are doing okay. Dad is so sad sometimes. I try to get him to get out of the house, come see me at school or something. I think he just works and broods. He's so brave. He makes dinner, watchs some TV and sleeps. We had dinner at a thai place yesterday. He misses you so much. I do too. I go home on the weekends. He keeps things together.DR is ok, I think he is in denial about it, you. Shelly is being tough. Shes got work and her guy and house and all. I wonder where you are. Are you some cute little baby? An angel with wings? Or just a memory.